Short Visioning Poems
Short Visioning Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Visioning by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Visioning by length and keyword.
Remise desire,
waylaid,
joined abandoned dreams,
clutching at treacherous reflected visioning.
Betrayed,
the gleam removed,
ended!
After baring concern
Developing each focus
Grasping, holding it,
Jumping, karma lives,
Moving nowhere over
Preparing quaint replies,
Sweet tastes, unkind,
Visioning with X-rays
Yearlong; zap
She
twirls
while
hanging
mistletoe
maybe
just
maybe
the new guy
at her shop is
coming to
Christmas
Fest
she grins
visioning
prospects
of
their first
kiss
December 20, 2015
For Kim's Waltz Wave Contest
Grammar check,
Spelling correct,
Form in the flow of rhymes,
Meaningless.
Visioning the blood of love in ink,
Listening for the heartbeat of words in emotion reading.
All the others?
Days to come,
Growing confidance will guide as the Engish Teacher.
Form:
Oh!!!Dear pussy cat
You run after the poor rat
Visioning about your delicious meal
You forget about thy snatching skill
The rat is free from the threatening paw
And it scamper away straight into the hole
The cat comes out of the dream
And regrets all the whole scene
Perception pours back and forth,
amid the windows and the eyes
and where is mind between them both?
Between body and soul what we may see
has many meanings we’ve yet to know;
look carefully between the panes,
examine study every winding road;
conceptualism’s highly untamed.
Fox and rabbit
doze in their tunnels,
both watch each other
through a voltage of fur.
A famishing moonlight
kindles a visioning fire.
Trepidation ignites
the darkest niche.
Like prairie cites
bodies are illumined
by a shimmering fear.
Blood shines.
Tonight I am electric
I am the light that consumes
itself.
In my unearthed shadows
I shiver
and am found
by each hunting star.
the candle flicking forward
fencing the shadows
its like angelic moonlight
cocooned to its impassioned heat
expanding to surpass its limits
till the slow darkness resumes
autum's colors through the flame
as I submerge to a endless fall
visioning the psych of the flare's breath
welcoming me as it burns from hatred
the heat alight from amending nurturing
never to release the satisfaction
the emotions one never receives..
I have been loaded with blessings,
You may be asking;
Where are those hallowings,
That I keep announcing,
You may not be perceiving,
The reason for my sayings,
Later! I may be answering;
Your concernings.
Oh! You people keep asking,
Questioning!!
My daily blessings,
That no one is visioning,
Except, I'm true in my perceiving,
In tune with my living,
Beyond my sayings,
I may let you on seat clamping,
To my daily changing,
I keep rooting;
Inside being.
The image within,
is it there?
From what I see,
there's nothing there.
I see nothing,
but the darkest shadows within,
the essence of the unwanted souls,
the cries of every undead.
Horror is only there in their eyes,
with the undead beasts drowning them,
with their organs ripped of,
by boiling them.
Witnessing death,
visioning hell,
I could only felt tears rolling,
mind vowing,
hands praying,
and justice to be serve.
Mirror,mirror on the wall,
I wish i could fend for them all.
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